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“My mistakes? Are you fucking serious, Elena? I never told you to run off with another man! Or whore yourself out to—”
My hand connects with his face before he can even finish what he is going to say. Fury burns in me that he dares portray I had a choice. If I had, my best friend Alisha would be alive. Another thing he also took from me. This man took everything I had, and still, that wasn’t enough. There is no way in hell I am letting him take my boys.
Axton’s face whips to the side, and my hand burns furiously as I stare at him, horrified, as fur grows across his chest that heaves with each breath. The car has stopped now, but I can’t tear my eyes off him when he pounces on me, pinning me to the leather seat. His knee presses on my torn-apart thigh, and I hear Luke scream for me along with my mother outside.
“You ran! Don’t pretend for a fucking second I asked you to,” he snarls before shoving off me.
The seat is slick where I lie. His knee pressing into my wound has only torn it open more, and I suddenly feel woozy. Luke escapes my mother’s clutches, only to be caught around the middle by Eli and dragged away.
“Tell your brother to calm down,” Axton snaps.
I put my hand up, mouthing for him to settle. I just have to find us a way out of this. Yet as I lift my hand, I notice there are two. I glance at it, my vision doubling as I fumble with the door handle.
Seconds later, Axton rips the door open when I take too long, and I expect him to berate me for Luke’s frantic screaming.
“I’m fine, Luke,” I mumble to him, yet my ears are ringing, and my voice sounds distant even to my own ears.
I go to move, only for Axton to still be blocking me. I glance up at him, and the blood drains from his face. I see his lips move, but I hear no sound before his hands reach for me. The next second, I feel his teeth puncture my neck.
Chapter
Sixty-One
Iwake up to sparks rushing up my leg. My eyes fly open to find Axton sitting beside me, my foot propped up on his thigh, and I am lying down on a bed. Startled, I sit up. The pinching in my neck has my hand flying to touch it.
“You were bleeding out. Khan marked you,” Axton says simply, tying the bandage off around my thigh.
A growl tears out of me.
“Calm down. What the fuck did you expect me to do? I wasn’t going to let you die!”
“Call a fucking doctor, not fucking mark me, Axton!”
“It was Khan, not me! Not that I wasn’t going to anyway. You won’t escape me again, Elena.”
“Yeah, well, I haven’t marked you,” I growl back, and so does Lexa. She is just as pissed about being forcefully marked. My lips part when he pounces on me, pinning me to the bed.
“Reject me and watch what happens, love. Don’t fucking test me.”
My breathing is ragged, and I try to toss him off when he suddenly kisses me. His lips are warm, soft, yet forceful as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I struggle against him, yet he presses closer, trapping me beneath him.
And for the first time, I am assaulted with memories of the same helpless feeling Jake forced me to endure, that same small feeling when he would force himself onto me. Yet, it was made worse by knowing he was compelling me, forcing me to enjoy the things he did, no matter how vile.
Panic courses through me. Only now, my mind is clear, and I fight back. I bite his lip hard. Axton jerks back, sitting up between my legs, and I kick him, sending him flying onto the floor with a thud.
My heart skips a beat when I see him sit up. My leg throbs painfully, yet nowhere near as bad as before. Lexa growls in my head, forcing my attention back to him to find him wiping blood from his lip.
Axton sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging. My heart rate slows when he makes no move to attack me.
“This clearly isn’t going to work.”
He pauses for a second, glancing over his shoulder at me. His eyes flicker to Khan briefly, and my heart sinks, knowing he is also mad at me.
“I want custody of the boys,” he says before simply getting up and walking toward the door. “You aren’t leaving the city until I have them back, Elena. You try, and I will not be held accountable for my actions.” Axton then walks out, slamming the door behind him.
Lexa paces frantically in my head, worried not only because he’s marked us, but his words. We can’t leave until we hand them over, and that is out of the question. Getting up, I make my way over to the door to find it locked. Tears prick my eyes as I yank on the door before kicking it. Pain shoots up my leg and I curse.
“Any more bright ideas? Maybe headbutt it, see if that works,” Lexa offers as I drop to the ground, clutching the toes I just smashed.
